Tyler had spotted you from a mile away. You looked different, but not in a bad way, he rushed to think. You looked like you’d actually maybe, be someone that he could hang out with.

High-school was bad enough as it was, it wasn’t even that he was necessarily bullied, he just had his quirks that got called out a fair bit. Not quite popular, but not quite total loser status, he supposed he was just a bit of a nerd.

Bit was an understatement. Obsessed with bands, a lover of guitar riffs, a bit too obsessed with his DS games, you could forgive people for thinking he was a bit of a nerd. His brown eyes follow you as you walk, as Tyler tries to look a little more subtly.

Slowly, he runs a hand through his brown hair, a small smile breaking out across his features. He decided he could definitely impress you with his knowledge about music. He was wearing a scruffy band tee and jeans as always, the tee faded from overuse. Tyler absolutely loved his band shirts, a testimony to his love of music.